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“Euan?” Concern flits through his gaze. “Do you want to slow down? I’m sorry. I’m being pushy. It’s just?—”

“You’re young and horny?”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Well, yes, I am.”

“Have you really been—How did you phrase it earlier?”

“Sweet on you for a long time?”

“Yes. That’s such an archaic term.”

And yet it’s utterly adorable coming out of his mouth.

He laughs harder. “What can I say? I like old movies. They’re romantic.”

“They don’t go straight to finger-sucking and blow jobs in old movies.”

“No. There’s no sex either. Only chaste kisses. I fill in the blanks in my imagination. In my head, all those black-and-white characters are going at it like rabbits as soon as the screen fades to black.”

I hold his hips and stroke his sides with my thumbs. “Maybe we should watch your favourite film while we wait for the cupcakes to cool.”

“Is that what you want?”

What I want is to take him upstairs and… Well, what I want isn’t sensible. We should slow down. If he were someone I’d met in a bar, I wouldn’t hesitate to go straight to sex if they wanted to as well. Assuming Peter wasn’t in. Of course if Peter were in, I wouldn’t be at a bar hooking up with anyone. There’s a reason I haven’t had sex in over a year—and only sporadically for the nine years before that. One advantage of living next to a fellow single dad is that Lewis and I babysat for each other on occasion. The boys loved having sleepovers, so it was a win-win situation. But neither of us wanted to impose on the other too often, so we didn’t.

It might be silly of me to turn down the offer of sex, but sleeping with Cameron would be complicated, to say the least. Not that letting him go down on me hasn’t already made things complicated.

“You’re thinking,” he says like he’s accusing me of something.

I sigh. “Yes, I am.”

“Film?”

“Film.”

“Okay. But we’re watchingyourfavourite. Not mine.”

“Why?”

“Because you already know the type of films I enjoy. It’s my turn to find out something I didn’t already know about you.”

ChapterSeven

Cameron

It turns out Euan likes drama, suspense, crime, and thrillers, which works because I enjoy all those genres too. He picks a film I haven’t seen. We sit, not too close, in his living room, watching it while the cupcakes cool. I want to kiss him again so badly, but I respect his desire to slow down. I did come on kind of strong, but can you blame me? I might never get the chance to do anything sexy with him again.

“Icing,” Euan says once the film is over.

“I watched a bunch of YouTube videos about how to ice.” I follow him through to the kitchen.

“So you said.”

“It looks pretty easy.”

“Uh-huh. You said that earlier too.” He leans against the breakfast bar, arms folded.

“What are you doing?”

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